This is a song about "Jack the killer"

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

The reality is i don't know jack

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

He's like jack in the box, nobody noticed him

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

The bitches is everything in between

Itchin' to kill again like ichi the killer, scribblin' frivolous

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love